Ancient apercus from June 2007

Death can't leave from her trap

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, June 27, 2007 - 18:12:11

Brittle bones snap at the slightest tweak, a drain of blood and the weak is where all the flavours reside. They consume the most, and as a result, should only expect for their necks to open up first in line. And what lines they do present to represent, only for the interests of the swollen numbs to clamp down.

Down, down, down, there by the water's foamy rabid excess. Carving up a quickness that incorporates a slow beat and a rhythm which lies in nations of the folding few. And of those folding few, minute scales of fish scratching at the sides. Tuna comes in all places and in many sizes. Here it happens to grow on branches underwater. Branches made of the gills and sacs of fish looking for a better life than the chunder to which they are accustom.

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Hallucinate standing here, standing near

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, June 20, 2007 - 12:06:08

Receding hare lines and the rabbits in suit take eggs from one end of the lot to the other, offering only as much as bearing the weight of dozens will allow. Cold is the air and in here, there is nothing close to warmth save for the slit opening the entrails to cover from head to toe. Warm is the death of another and that rules the way of the land, it is the way things work and the way things are.

Taking comfort in the comforter is of an effort in moderation. For food only is so much as a starvation away, the slight hint, a casual whiff of meat and the jaws relax to open again gnawing planes of teeth. Ground down from the top of the crown, looking only to erode away into the juicy morsels of gums. And chewing is a perspiration away from gentle sucking on the nerves fraying wildly about from the coexistence of the non-existent.

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People are only themselves in the movies

Belvedere Jehosophat - Wednesday, June 13, 2007 - 19:35:51

Picked from the flesh of fat fingers, a few morsels of skin and hair make it into a charity plate circulated at the weekly (Wednesdays, 8pm) vainglory meeting. Tilted glasses are in- and re-introduced to fat mouths. The teeth hidden within are a delight — bites so clean and sterile.

Xenophobic antibody factories pump out mechanical, automated defences — Standard Operating Procedure — that, with no regard for cost, guard borders, push bookcases up against doors, grip shotgun shells and dock to foreign diluents, disabling, tormenting and mutilating foreign vectors.

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People themselves are only in the movies

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, June 6, 2007 - 23:34:26

Grenades launch green at the screens as the patrons sit down neatly in rows. Concessions flow free from the sides as the night sky provides ample cover for the machetes to run a side up from the hip to the lip. Dripping is wet and the colours from the black and white read red all over. Without subtitles mind you. Enemy of the visual outside the comprehension, and two tasks in reading at odds when the cotton swabs swab no faster than the flush.

Cattle slaughter is the feed and the corn what sifts through the hands pick up fine grains of sand and dirt to roughen up stomachs weak from rich foods. Gourmet on platters of stretched skin with bones jutting out of the mouths of the diners. Clearly service here is beyond that of any other in the region.

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